My children's harebrained schemes never cease to amaze me. Just yesterday I had to supervise the oldest washing mud off the side of the house where he had used my bathroom window as target practice with custom made mud balls. It gave me flashbacks to last year when he spray painted a tiny sheet of paper in the floor of my office-in front of a space heater. He also has been known to remove the screws from his desk chair so it collapses on the unsuspecting victim who sits in it. Don't think though that he's the only one. Another child was seen walking down the stairs this morning with eyes squeezed shut just to see if it could be done without falling.
I am inclined to believe they take after their dad in this arena because I have heard stories of his childhood antics. However, as soon as I convince myself that I was above such shenanigans, God (and my mom) remind me of my own ill-conceived stunts.
There was the time I cut my toe with a shovel, and as soon as it healed, I did it again-same toe, same shovel as I attempted a reenactment of what-not-to-do for my brother. I also once duct taped my eyes in order to pretend to be blind. Sometimes my plans involved an accomplice, who shall remain unnamed so that no one can urge her to spill the beans on any of our Lucy and Ethel adventures.
As I take stock of my childhood and the goobish stunts I pulled, my kids suddenly seem really smart. After all, when you walk downstairs with OUT duct tape on your eyes, they can be opened in case of emergency, and no eyebrows or lashes are forcibly lost in the process. Perhaps they do get that from their dad after all.
I am inclined to believe they take after their dad in this arena because I have heard stories of his childhood antics. However, as soon as I convince myself that I was above such shenanigans, God (and my mom) remind me of my own ill-conceived stunts.
There was the time I cut my toe with a shovel, and as soon as it healed, I did it again-same toe, same shovel as I attempted a reenactment of what-not-to-do for my brother. I also once duct taped my eyes in order to pretend to be blind. Sometimes my plans involved an accomplice, who shall remain unnamed so that no one can urge her to spill the beans on any of our Lucy and Ethel adventures.
As I take stock of my childhood and the goobish stunts I pulled, my kids suddenly seem really smart. After all, when you walk downstairs with OUT duct tape on your eyes, they can be opened in case of emergency, and no eyebrows or lashes are forcibly lost in the process. Perhaps they do get that from their dad after all.
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